Poetry: Plaster Animals

(di — because evidently I can’t do anything properly, this posted several hours early. Oh well, it was all going online anyway, what’s the fuss if it showed up a bit early? I’m still going to bump it back to 4 PM, though.)

“Plaster Animals”
11:22 PM 4/7/2011

Bright lights
Funny masks
Men standing
Over me
Where am I?
What are
They doing
To me?

They’re taking
Photographs
Posting them
On the wall

Taking apart
Everything
That I would
Have thought
Was me, but
Here I am

On the wall
I find little
Bits, Of me
Covered in
Plasticine
Rounded off
To a curve

Never let
Strange men
In your home
Or life, If you
Value your
Livestock